White Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Feeling a sore spot touched, he shot Sarah a dangerous look that made her clam up immediately. Ben noticed David and stumbled over, looking utterly dejected. "David, I got my heart broken," he slurred. Heartbreak happens to people every day, but few broadcast their misery as shamelessly as Ben was doing. David gave him a cool glance. "Mm-hmm," he grunted noncommittally. Ben continued, "Everything tastes bland now. I can't sleep. I can't focus on anything. All I can think about is her." David's grip tightened on the water bottle as he took in Ben's unkempt appearance and obvious weight loss. His eye twitched slightly.

I heaved a long sigh as the silence continued to be crashed out by the heavy rain outside hitting the glass claddings and windows continuously. My eyes were now hurting as tears filled them. Having to recollect all those hurtful memories since my breakup with Christian to having gotten married to Mason. It was a painful one that my chest churned everytime I thought about it that I couldn't stop tears from forming in my sockets.

Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself. In my shock, the coffee cup in my hand fell from my wrapped fingers. It shattered on the floor, a million pieces scattered around, a mirror image of my broken heart.Those words created in my heart and stomach a physical effect so sickening, so painful, that I have never since doubted that these vibrational frequencies traveling upon air can land a knock-out punch more excruciating than any fist or weapon.

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

The stress and the pain would be intensified by a thousandfold to the day she was undone. “In fact, there’s no reason for me to love you again. Once a mirror is shattered, you can never get it back to its original state, despite your best efforts. “It’s like my heart was broken into pieces. You can try to piece it back but the cracks will always be there. Every line of crack represents the pain that I’ve gone through in the past. You might still have a place in my heart, but I can’t just move on from the pain…”

The sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood become a symphony of my shattered heart. As I exhaust myself, the reality of my situation sets in. The one I loved with all my heart has taken everything from me—my love, my trust, my happiness. Her betrayal has left me utterly broken, fragmented in a way that I never thought possible. I collapsed onto the floor, my energy spent, curling up amidst the wreckage.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.